A recent visit to the local sangoma, or witch doctor, in Zululand was eye-opening in the extreme. Apparently Doog won't die of a heart attack, despite his ever-expanding waistline; Molly and Annie will marry non-New Zealanders; and yes, my book will be published but, in the witch doctor's male-centric world, "ONLY IF A MAN DOES IT FOR ME!"
Sucks to be female, don't it?
These kids, by the way, are among his brood of 17 from his two wives. When we came upon them, they were playing soccer with a "ball" made of plastic bags and wrapped up in sticky tape. Doog gave them new tennis balls and the girls handed out chockies and we were friends for life. Totally cool.